December 8, 2010
DREAM: I was standing in a parking lot of a hall and next to a hill with other people with whom I did not know. Suddenly we heard a loud sound and everyone was like "what was that"? I said let"s get to the top of the hill and check it out. We as a group headed to the top of the hill. Upon reaching the top in the distance I could see the silhouette of the U.S. Capital and the Washington monument. Beyond these DC structures I could see a large mushroom cloud as in the era of the atomic bomb era and it was continuing skyward. As we observed what was occurring before us another flash happen this time well beyond the first explosion.
As we stood there we observed a large low level dust cloud racing towards us. I knew it was the blast wave racing towards us and ordered everyone to the bottom of the hill and into the ditch at the bottom. As we headed down I told them not to get behind anything starting with A, like a tree, a car, a truck, a building, etc. Someone said "a ditch" and I replied "no, the ditch". The blast wave reached us and the hill deflected the blast wave skyward away from us.
After this we reported to a building which resembled a church and people within the community where bringing in food stores. It appeared to me as if they were setting up a community kitchen to feed everyone. Four of us boarded my pickup truck and went on armed patrol. The three others that where with me either had military or civil service experience. Somehow I knew their experience but did not recognize them as someone I currently know. During our patrol we saw people on the street with whom seemed to be friendly and we asked them if they had seen anything suspicious and none had. We then told them if they do to report it immediately. During this dream I also had a sense that all government run law enforcement was absent and that we as a community had to provide this service in order to sustain existence.

My dream is like most of my dreams. some complex some not so complex.. this one seems to go with most of the ones I have been having lately. the money grabbers of the past who have put all their dreams in a peice of paper have lost all through stock market crash. There is great calamity where power, water and sewer are gone. I am standing with kids sitting around showing them how to build solar cookers and solar panels, the building buildings out of mud and sand. always teaching showing the ways to grow and build from the earth. I bet I have built a thousand buildings in my dreams. I learned how to build the other stuff just because it has the feeling of entence

Times had gotten hard.. jobs seemed to disolve into nothingness people were confused.. the days seemed to be a conglomerate of mixed emotions and discontent and changing weather patterns. floods and earth quakes were a normal part of the news..along with forest fires.. a blinding rainbow from the north seemed to change the moon to a beautiful pink color and all power stoped.. peoples homes burst into flames clamity,,pestilance bugs eathing the leaves off of the very trees that were there to shade you.. what once was cold now hot.. water scarce.. people walking their lips chapped.begging for food for their children.. what once was lush green now desert.
A solar flare had hit sparking the depths of the earth to spew lava. power gone,

the day was quiet.. a hush came over the world..Birds swarmed and flew nervously through the air like they were running away from something. bugs were flying nervously heading south like something was chasing them.. The earth rumbled beneath my feet as I stood on the patio looking at all the commotion going on in the sky.clouds seemed to come up from no where..a great wind swept knocking me to my knees.. a great commotion from all sides..bitter cold seemed to come from nowhere.

I had this dream just before waking and it was extremely real- not dreamlike at all. I had been at a house with a couple of family members. After sorting through some stuff we all left in different cars. I pulled up to a red light at a three way stop. The roads were two lane and there was a lot of traffic. Directly in front of me past the light was a house with a big front yard. A semi truck pulled up next to me. While we were waiting for the light to change a bulldozer (or maybe a military tank) came up and blocked the intersection. A man in uniform got out with a gun and started ordering people to get out of their vehicles. They told us to put our arms crossed against our chests and then I was herded across the street into the yard of the house. There were two men in civilian clothes in front of the house to block people in. I thought about running but didn't because I was afraid of being shot or caught. I turned and saw that all of the vehicles on the road were gone and there was a huge crowd of people. I realized I was alone and I started to call out for the family that I knew had been behind me in their cars. With tears in my eyes, I turned to the man guarding us and said, "I am not ready to go to a FEMA camp". Then I woke up.

I rarely remember my dreams. This dream occurred to me about two months ago. It seemed like I dreamed it just before waking.
I was in a watery place -- like being sea-side. I saw no real land, although I felt I was near the shore. The place was full of reeds, tall reeds, a dense growth of tightly packed yellowish/brownish/greyish/whitish reeds of uniform height as far as I could see. There were places where there were no reeds and one could see the face of the water, but 75 to 80 % of the landscape was reeds.
I was familiar with the place, somehow. I knew it was a "middle ground" of some sort, below a higher plane, and above a lower plane. It was a terminal, a jumping-off place, a station of some sort where one departed to other planes, and returned from them.
I couldn't tell if the water was salt or fresh. I was not aware of any wildlife; I did not sense the presence of anyone else. I don't remember any sounds; I think the weather was sunny but I'm not sure.
The only emotional flavor the place had was one of familiarity, and a feeling like you might feel towards the end of your commute home from work when you reach a intersection or train stop that means you're almost home. It's like I was returning to my body after a journey to someplace else.
A couple of days later I read something about the Egyptian Book of the Dead. (Actually I think it's Books of the Dead, because the contents were variable.) According to what I remember, Egyptian culture maintained that there was a Sea of Reeds in the afterlife. I think it was not an end point but a passage to a destination.
In the Bible, the Children of IsRae22l escaped from Egypt by traveling through what we call the Red Sea, but in Hebrew it's the "Sea of Reeds". However, this is understood to be a physical sea, not a metaphysical place as in my dream, so in the case of my dream the Egyptian interpretation seems to apply.

I have just had this dream about large numbers of people committing suicide because of their computers. I awoke with a feeling of gut wrenching panic as if something terrible had just happened. As I was waking I could hear psychically vast numbers of people screaming in panic.

I dreamt that i had went to, i suppose, a pyramid in Giza and found an entrance at the top of the pyramid. So i went in the shaft that went straight down with a rope and i began to repel into this gigantic chamber that was totally dark buy as i went down this glowing turbine began to become aparent. I was in awe at how efficently it worked even after thousands of years of operating. I repeled past the slow moving blades to find this tunner that glowed as well that seemed to snake on forever into the earth. When i walked into it i seemed to zoom through it going down for a long time but never made it to the bottom.

Had a similar one years before where i find this underwater cathedral that is built so beautifully with the sun shining through stain glass windows. there is a pool of water in the center of the large room and i dive right in to find this huge network of intersecting tunnels.

So i was with my family on this platform on the side of a mountain at night over looking a city. The sky was cloudy but there was this huge explosion behind the clouds that you could faintly see. then ice started raining down that i knew was from a comet that slammed into something in the sky. then the comet fell from the position it was in and crushed the city below. So in the dream i knew that a huge alien spaceship stopped the meteorite from killing us. they were good guys. then came the imposters. These spaceships came from out of nowhere and were killing ppl. but i was able to get a glimpse and saw that these ships were being controlled by humans!

This is my wife"s dream.
She is out and about in te world and realises that the whole world is some kind of farm and that the it"s all like a stage play, an illusion. (E.g. A man pretending to be Cliff Richard walks by, but he is only 5ft 2" and unconvincing.
Some shooting breaks out and bullets hit my wife but it is as if they are unspent rounds that just fall on her. People scurry around to get cover and my wife decides to enter a building and go up a couple of floors to hide in a cupboard.
When she opens the cupboard door there is a white painted room inside and around twenty people (men and women) sat around a table, drinking coffee. They are all smiles and say "Welcome". My wife is aware that these are the people who have been running the "show".
She challenges them by saying how it is all an illusion and that even their actors are unconvincing now (re: Cliff Richard above). She leaves, goes downstairs and, still in the building, is greeted by a man in his early twenties who, she somehow knows, is their son. He is friendly and seems to want my wife to look after him. There is a blast and he is burned, down the front of him.
My wife puts him in his car and shouts for help as she doesn"t know how to drive this type of car. A woman saunters over, unconcerned. She can"t drive it either. At this point my wife has another intuition that this is not real either and the car, the young man and the woman disappear.
She looks towards the double doorway that is the exit and workmen are starting to demolish the building. She goes outside onto a grassed area where the light is now golden. George Ure comes over to her laughing uncontrollably. "It"s all been an illusion," she says. "I know," he manages to say through his laughter," and it"s all coming to an end. It"s all finished."